Summary- It's Harry's sixth year and he's in denial about the horror of the last. Confused and a little...off he decides to get back together with Cho. (gag) Yet, his friends don't seem to notice plauged with their own troubles. Not to mention a mysterious stalker hanging about with an odd obsession with mashed potatoes...

I don't want to spoil any of the future hook ups so please just Enjoy the story...

Author's Note- Yay! We gotz reviews. --(does a review dance)-- Ok ok...A nice little fact inspired by one of the reviews about me is that I am obsessed with anime/manga. I read and watch them constantly and respect them as an ARt. We just thought it would be funny to have Harry be a manga hater. His response to poor Draco's condition is how like half of my highschool responds to it ect. :-)

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter but if I did I would kill Hermione and Ginny off every chapter in new exciting ways and just kill Cho once cause she's not even really worth it...hahaha...ok...ehem.... Enjoy the story..

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"So, then I was like the correct pronunciation is Po-tat-o. Ha ha ha. Uh... Ron...Ron...RON!!"

Ron looked up from his plate meeting Hermione's glare of fury. With a gulp he managed to force one of those awkward smiles he's widely known for causing her to soften immediately. Of course in his little world of ignoring the bluntly obvious he failed to realize the reason she could let her anger slip away so easily.

"Oh Ron, were you paying attention at all?"

"I'm eating! It's a very demanding thing you know! I have to chew then chew some more so I don't like choke and die! Do you want me to choke Hermione?!"

"Of course...not."

Hermione sighed aimlessly tossing her food around her plate. Only to be interrupted by the tremendous giggles and massive silence that washed over the great hall. Everyone's attention focused on Hogwarts hottest couple Harry and Cho. They greeted the much appreciated attention with some shy smiles and little waves parting with a peck on the cheek. Ron smiled gleefully as Hermione battled the urge to throw up. Harry finally joined his friends at the Gryffindor table getting a few congratulations from some of the envious underclassman.

"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late had to pick up Cho."

Harry grabbed a plate quickly piling it up with everything in sight.

"No problem Harry. You do what you have to for the girl you like."

Hermione's heart instantly sank into utter despair hearing such words from her beloved. Yet, he still chose to ignore all of her obvious advances the sadness was just too much for her.

"Oh, Harry got a girlfriend big bloody whoop! Some of us care more about our education than pathetic "adolescent" romances!"

Harry and Ron bust out laughing trying not to knock down their goblets.

"Your only saying that because you don't have anyone to share a "adolescent" romances with." Ron blurted out thoughtlessly stuffing a turkey leg into his mouth.

Hermione slammed her goblet on the table and ran out of the great hall. Ron looked to Harry dumbfounded still mauling the leg. Harry dragged Ron out of the hall to find Hermione crying around the corner.

"I'm sorry Hermione. You know I care about you. Please don't cry I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just stupid sometimes." Ron stated between bites of the leg he was still clutching in his right hand.

Harry somehow nods apologetically.

"He's very stupid."

"HEY!"

Suddenly as Ron was about to stupidly debate his stupidity time seems to stop or like get dramatically slow. As a mysterious girls comes down the hall her hair being blown back by a equally mysterious wind.

A goddess actually residing in Hogwarts. The girl I have been dreaming about all my life. Hair of gold and the eyes of lavender. Surrounded by an aura of original beauty.

The girl passes the trio not even noticing them she goes into the great hall. Ron's heart feels like it's going to explode out of his chest as he manages to whisper one word.

"Goddess."

Hermione sniffles wiping away her tears.

"Goddess? What are you talking about Ron?"

Ron grabs a hold of Harry's shoulders shaking him violently.

"Did you see her?! My dream girl! She's real Harry! There is some beauty hidden within the old crumbling walls of Hogwarts!"

Hermione twitches a bit her hands fashioning themselves into fists. Her teeth slowly grinding together as she tried to contain her anger.

"You little idiotic raving Prat! How can you say..."

"Did you see her Hermione! I think I'm in love! She's just perfect."

Harry slowly breaks away from Ron trying to create some distance between him and Hermione. He glances in the great hall finding the apparent goddess sitting at the Gryffindor table.

"Hey Ron. You're supposed goddess is a first year." Harry explained pointing to the young girl laughing merrily with her friends.

"No way man! She looks at least fourth year material."
"Oh great now you're a bloody pervert! One of those cradle robbing fondlers!"

"Excuse me Hermione! There has been no fondling...Yet! Hahaha!"

Hermione screams in frustration slamming Ron out of her way into the wall.

"Go to hell Ronald Weasley!" She screams yet again before marching down the hall. Harry throws himself beside Ron along the wall rather than being slammed against it as Hermione furiously departed.

"Hmm...wonder what's bothering her. Anyway...we have to come up with a plan to get miss goddess to go out with me."

"Hell no. I'm not condemning myself just so you can get lucky with miss jail bait!"

"What's with all the negativity? What she's only eleven. No big deal."

"You're Sixteen! It's wrong man...oh so wrong!"

"Heh, yes it is RON..oh very RON! Hahaha."

"You're scaring me...uh see you..later...or something." Harry rushes into the great hall getting a seat by Seamus.

Ron takes a bite of his turkey leg and walks down the hall creating a fool proof plan to get his beloved. Inside the great hall everything seems normal as children and faculty eat and chat amongst themselves but within this crowd of supposed innocence lyes anything but.

"I love you, Harry."

"What did you just say?"

"SHUT UP! And eat your damn mashed potatoes fool! Mashy Mashy potatoes for my baby kaby waby."

An element of creepiness settles unknowingly upon the great hall with un-descent images involving mashed potatoes flashes past the mind of one disturbed individual.